There once was a warrior named Bill
he had manners but went for the kill
but when decades went past
he admitted, at last
that he now was on top of the hill.
As he looked down the other side
the decision was whether to slide
down the rest of the way
or continue to play
while protecting from harm his old hide.
So he asked his recalcitrant mother
since they trusted completely each other
How she reached ninety years
she said 'dropp all your fears
you got thirty to go yet, Oh Brother! '
So Bill, for your one-time Six-O
while it may be an ominous blow
we send flowers and ferns
wish you many returns
you are one man we're happy to know.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-birthday-bill-limerick/
